Music is moving along two paths todayMoving further and further awayThere's a beat and there's an artJust one is played with a heartNow there's half a world between the twoIs our world actually blue?Our world is a globe you say?Then they shall meet again one dayBut the world of music is flat, you noticed that?Will never meet, instead go splat

Just felt like writing about my take on music these days. A poem as the method...